Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Brunei and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Bobby Byrd to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sixth Finger record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oppenheimer Analysis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Franke,
Spoonie Gee,
Chris Corsano,
Trumans Water,
Joe Finger,
Al Stewart,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
LL Cool J,
The Sonics,
The Count Five,
the Germs,
Pussy Galore,
Sam Rivers,
Electric Prunes,
Camouflage,
Michelle Simonal,
Ohio Players,
These Immortal Souls,
Lebanon Hanover,
Tomorrow,
Jerry Gold Smith,
K-Klass,
Crispy Ambulance,
Marine Girls,
Janne Schatter,
Unrelated Segments,
The Fortunes,
Nirvana,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Susan Cadogan,
D'Angelo,
Amon Düül,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Andrew Hill,
Scan 7,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Index,
ABBA,
The Fire Engines,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Residents,
KRS-One,
Audionom,
Letta Mbulu,
Rakim,
Robert Görl,
Wolf Eyes,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Joensuu 1685,
The Velvet Underground,
The Young Rascals,
John Holt,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Thee Headcoats,
Pierre Henry,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Siglo XX,
June Days,
Lightning Bolt,
UT, UT, UT, UT.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.